The Hocking sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1871-1906, 1887-03-17
HE DANCED WITH Ella.
Cxes-;ecce OF DeT-iiderei TensersoS. ea
The Rockies.

'Hi zee! WEoop en- up! Swing yer
pardners, First lady lead to the right!
Gent follow sait! Lady in ths center
an three hans round! E='ryhody
daace! Al!aman left! Right hand to
partner and grand right and left.
Whoop 'cm up-to Yer seats!''
They were having 4 little "hoe down
at Jack cabin.
- kind cf holiday blowout, Jack
himself said.
The cabin was in gulch in one Cd
the Rockies, and ;hc boys from Camp
Provision and White Cake gulch and
Saltilio park had come up with tkeiI
gals" 10 Zine in The jubilee"
One creaky old fiddle and one-leg.
ged fiddler on a greasy pine table com
prised the orchestra.
Old Jack kept hotel, and one OF his
guests that nj ght happened to be .
mild-manEered minister of the gospel
;ourneying in missionary sort of a
way through the mountains, honestly
trying to '.pluck brands from the burn
ing" and here was y whole bonfire be-
fore his horrifed gaze.
He had descended from his garret
chamber TO warn the revelers of their
peril.
Jack met him at the stair door.
That's right, stranger" he roared.
Come right down an shake yer icgl
Jine in! Be one OF Us! Here, NAL
Get pardner for this gent!'
''Sir, IL"
'.Hurry up, ma! There maxim up the
next set Drag Mrs. Bets or Liz John
son in here, an give 'em knock down
TO this gent He's dyin' to crack bis
heels together il the may! Hump ycar-
self, mar'
They're danc;n' three sets out in the
kitchen an all the gals is spoke fer, }"
cried out ''ma," great, red-faced,
wild-eyed woman in yellow dress
with green and blue iiounces and pink
ribbons.
'.But I'll take turn with the stranger
myself"
Madam, IL"
"You don't know how? Land o rest!
That don't make a mite O difference.
Any fool XII: dance old Dan Tucker. III
slap You right through easy as fallin'
off n logr'
No madam; I never yet indulged in
the practice of dancing, and l never
n!l, and"
Whats that yer g;vin' us?" Jack
asked, his face afianle, while ..ria'
stepped back with her fists clenched.
''Ye don't Gance, eli? You don't and
you won't, eh? Not even with mn, a
lady, bcgosh. from way back? a lady
which is fit to atiorn better society n
what you ever poled yous nose IL, by
| jacks! a lady which kin play ca the
origin and write po'try, begoSh! And
YOU won't dance with her9" =
/ But, sir; IL"
T. ' ~
Ma grabbed.
Jack pulled out 4 revolver and said:
'.Hey, you fiddler? Saw ont Granny,
VIII Yer Dog B.te?' the fastcstest you
ever sawed it out in yer life! It's goin' ID
/ be danced by professional. Ma waltz
| him out il the middle o the floor, and
the first break he makes to get away L L
crap 'im!''
/ Jack raised his revolver.
Ma walked her trembling, white
( faced partner out; the fiddler struck up
the classical air named. The other
dancers stepped ''to see the fun!''
Crack away, MAJ
There was rush, u wild whirling
around, and around, q mighty bobbing
strait up and down, jump, a whoop, a
mad whiri, lying CT thin. black-robed
legs in the air, more whiTiing, bobbing,
jumping, and whocping, and the final
dropping Of Limp, breathless man into
q chair, where he sat staring wildly
around, gaspiaG for breath.
81 rcci1on that fclier won't soon for
get the time he danced with ma," said
Jack, as his gliest crawled upstairs to
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